Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.